I stand there, in the forest, watching the steam rise from the ground and the rain drip off the treetops. While the sky changes from a twisting gray to an expansion of black, my eyes drift past the Earth and towards the galaxy. The moon hangs in the left corner of my vision like a giant balloon. The stars surround her, flickering like birthday candles, waiting to be blown out. I lie down on a bed of leaves that have been ripped off the arms of trees, and on pine needles scattered carelessly. As I lay there, my mind wanders to memories I'd thought I lost. Memories full of summer breezes, happy days, and never ending nights. And, suddenly, the pain from missing you is too big. So big, that I can hardly breathe. My heart flutters, wanting to break free of the cage and find your heart so we could both enjoy the beauty of all the birthday candles in the sky. And as I look up at the sky in this enchanted forest, I take a big breath, close my eyes, make a wish. I breath out until my lungs scream, and open my eyes to make sure all the candles are blown out. They sky wouldn't have been any darker if my eyes were closed.